Is it not intriguing how some people just come out and talk to strangers, in bars, trains, or even restaurants? What could have possibly moved them to do such a thing? Do they think they have something quite significant to share to others that they just have to start talking?
Having engaged in one of such ‘conversation’ I can safely say that the nicest way to end such ‘intriguing’ chats is always by stating what the initiator shall do, obediently, for me, whether they like it or not.
Sometimes, less or no words are actually a blessing, even in music.
One should know that well after all the frustrating moments when a decision has to be made between keeping a hunting game alive, a little bit longer, or not and too many voices are trying to decide which one should be done.
To talk about purity is to feel the seeping bloodlust stirring and curdling inside, so intensely, all you could think about is the beautiful veins where all that beautiful warm life runs through.
It is not a matter of ‘what ifs’ or other speculative non sense. It is a truthful, no holds barred, covenant with the primal and natural instinct of the taker, the intruder, the ravager, the absence of nurture…